"235,000 miles." Her friend told her that was the problem. But the blonde's friend...
"Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.
She hurried home and dyed her hair, then came back and again told the...
A: A Frosted Flake.
The brunette, because the blonde has to ask for directions.
A: Pull the pin and throw it back.
Her tampon's behind her ear and she can't find her pencil.
Their ankles.
''If you're not in bed by 11, come home.''
And since it was such a hot day, a line had formed behind...
One blonde yells to the other, "How do you get to the other side?"
"You are on the other side," the other blonde yells back.
Parking for drive-through customers only!